After carnage and suffering amasses
there is a leaking of crimson down the desolate road.
Darker than the dead
which themselves, in their masses
write their final, pop culture inspired ode
in ink deep red.
A new leaf is turned
an old life is burned
as they sat and bled.
They are just young naive fools,
the popular preyed on the poor and pathetic
because sadness sells.
Depression and low self esteem makes them feel "cool"
with "art" awakening a flock of apethetic,
because the tragedy tells.
A lesson learned,
cult status earned,
as all teens are now shells.
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